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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Eustace Diamonds"

Carbuncle would
keep her secret she did not for a moment think. She longed for the comfort
of some friend's counsel, but she found at last that she could not
purchase it by telling everything to a woman.
Might it not be possible that she should still run away? She did not know
much of the law, but she thought that they could not punish her for
breaking an appointment even with a man so high in authority as Major
Mackintosh. She could leave a note saying that pressing business called
her out. But whither should she go? She thought of taking a cab to the
House of Commons, finding her cousin, and telling him everything. It would
be so much better that he should see the major. But then again it might be
that she should be mistaken as to the amount of the major's information.
After a while she almost determined to fly off at once to Scotland,
leaving word that she was obliged to go instantly to her child. But there
was no direct train to Scotland before eight or nine in the evening, and
during the intervening hours the police would have ample time to find her.
What, indeed, could she do with herself during these intervening hours?
Ah, if she had but a rock now, so that she need not be dependent
altogether on the exercise of her own intellect!
Gradually the minutes passed by, and she became aware that she must face
the major.


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